Mr.
Smythe kept this incident warm in his heart, and longed for a chance to get even with somebody for it.

Sometime afterward the opportunity came, in Calcutta.

We were leaving on a 24-hour journey to Darjeeling.

Mr.
Barclay, the general superintendent, has made special provision for our accommodation, Mr.Smythe said; so there was no need to hurry about getting to the train; consequently, we were a little late.
When we arrived, the usual immense turmoil and confusion of a great Indian station were in full blast.

It was an immoderately long train, for all the natives of India were going by it somewhither, and the native officials were being pestered to frenzy by belated and anxious people.
They didn't know where our car was, and couldn't remember having received any orders about it.